What A Caterpiller Calls the End of the World, The Master Calls A Butterfly
This life is just one of many we will each experience. If one believes this, then it offers a whole different perspective on the events of this particular illusion that we share. While a pretty social and loving man, I have never been one to cry much at the deaths of friends or relatives. As a young child, I could not understand what all the fuss was about. My mom’s father died unexpectedly when I was about 10. He was a young man (late 50s) and was my favorite grandfather. When he died, I was... Sign in to see full entry.